Delving into the Great Wilderness

The clan elder looked at Little Zhong Chi’s hopeful eyes, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

He sighed and said, “How precious are the Mountain Treasures? Not to mention our small village, even tribes with millions of people may not be able to produce a single one!”

Anything worthy of being called a Mountain Treasure must be at least a thousand years old and possess an abundant spiritual essence.

Such treasures were extremely rare, even in the vast wilderness spanning millions of miles, they appeared only once in a thousand years!

“I will find it!”

Little Zhong Chi declared confidently, clenching his tender little fist.

“Grandpa Patriarch, rest assured, Little Chi will not let you die.”

Little Zhong Chi said to the old patriarch lying on the bed.

“Clan elder, please take care of Grandpa Patriarch until I find the Mountain Treasure. I beg you.” Little Chi implored, about to kneel.